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The 

Betty Wales Girls 
and Mr. Kidd 



BY 



'* Margaret Warde 

Author of The Betty Wales Books 





PHILADELPHIA 

THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY 

1912 



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Copyright 1912 by The Penn Publishing Company 



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PROLOGUE 



Dear Girls who Liked Betty Wales : — 

As those Harding girls would say, I have 
intended to write this play for you for "perfect 
ages." But I could n't think how to do it, until 
one day last winter, when it came to me all of a 
sudden that it ought to go like this. So here 
it is. 

I never tried to write a play before, but I 
have often helped girls to pick out plays, and 
then "coached" them in their parts. All kinds 
of girls they have been : High School girls, Col- 
lege girls, and girls in my Settlement Class in 
Chicago, who had to go to work instead of to 
High School, but who were clever actresses all 
the same. So I realized that it is n't very easy 
to find entertaining plays for just girls to act, 
and I hope that this one will sometimes fill 
the bill. 

If you have n't done so already, you ought 
to read some of the "Betty Wales" books 
before you "produce" this play — particularly 
"Betty Wales, Junior," from which part of 
the plot of the play is taken. Then you will 
know how all the characters ought to look 
(though looks don't matter so much), and talk 
and act; and that will help you in assigning the 
parts, and later in acting them successfully. I 



think you will find that everybody has some- 
thing to do while she is on the stage. But what- 
ever you do, don't any of you sit around doing 
nothing but looking scared and unhappy. Act 
as you do off the stage, when you are with a 
crowd of lively girls, and then the play will "go." 

If you wish to change Roberta's "stunt" for 
one that some member of your cast knows how 
to do, you can quite easily alter the lines. Or, 
if you would rather shorten the play, you can 
leave the "stunt" out, by changing the dialogue 
just a little. 

And if you should want a second Betty 
Wales play, after you have all acted this one, 
why, perhaps I'll write another. 

Margaret Warde. 



CHARACTERS 













Betty Wales 
Helen Chase Adams 

Madeline Ayres 

.^Mary Brooks 








\ An all-around girl 

Formerly her room- 
mate^ a ^^ dig^^ 
An original young person 
from Bohemia^ New York 
A patronizing hut popular 
senior^ an inveterate tease; 
also editor of the Harding 
"Argusr 

The Three B^s., a joyous 
trio, going through college 
on the contagion of their 
smiles 

Of a retiring nature, but 
possessed of originality; 
adores Mary Brooks 
iss Priscilla Hicks Better known as '''Miss 

Prunes and Prisms 
Hicks,^^ (Prissy for 
short); English instruct- 
or at Harding College 
A long-suffering junior, 
* born without a sense of 

humor 
The Real Georgia Ames . An innocent 

round-faced sub-freshman 



ABBIE HiLDRETH 

Bob Parker 
,0*Babe Henderson 
^Roberta Lewis 






Georgiana Arms 



Time: — ^Two hours. 



SYNOPSIS OF SCENES 



Act I. Betty's room at the Belden House, 
Harding College. 

GEORGIA ENTERS COLLEGE 

Act n. The Note Room, College Hall. 

{Three weeks later.) 

"WHO IS GEORGIA AMES.?" 

Act III. As in Act I. 

{Three weeks later,) 

GEORGIA AND MR. KIDD 



The Story of the Play 



This is a play based upon the Betty Wales 
books, which have been popular with girls all 
over the United States. Betty and her friends, 
students at Harding College, invent a " Fresh- 
man" named "Georgia Ames," in order to hoax 
Mary Brooks, a Senior, and to mystify the 
College. They submit stories in "Georgia's" 
name to the College paper, of which Mary is 
editor, and send "Georgia" flowers and notes. 
The whole College is asking— "Who is Georgia 
Ames.?" Miss Prissy Hicks, a teacher, puts 
"Georgia's" name on her class roll. Mary 
Brooks, discovering the trick, turns the tables 
by inventing "Mr. O. Upton Kidd," supposed 
to be a student at Winsted College, near by. 
Betty and her friends think he's a real man, 
coming to Harding to see " Georgia. " They are 
about to meet him and apologize when Mary 
explains her revenge, introduces "the real 
Georgia Ames, " and is forgiven. 

Act I. Betty's room. The girls elect Betty 
to give a party. Roberta's "Mock Turtle" 
stunt. "Bob" Parker wants a "double" and 
Madeline invents one. "Let's call her 'Georgia 
Ames,' and use her to tease Mary." Babbie 
lets the fudge burn. Mary smells it and enters. 
" What were you talking about .? " "Do n't you 
wish you knew?" 



Act II. The "note room," College Hall. 
Georgia's violets make a hit. Babbie's Paris 
handkerchief. "Georgia's getting expensive." 
Roberta gets back the stories sent to the college 
paper. Miss Hicks thinks Betty is Georgia. 
"I have a note from your mother." Georgiana 
Arms does n't like the way mail is mixed. " She 
must be a queer person!" Roberta drops the 
stories; Mary finds them, and sees through the 
hoax. "Two can play at that game." 

Act III. Betty's room. Getting ready for 
"Prom. Tea." Prissy Hicks is suspicious. 
Georgia's queer telegram. "Will reach Hard- 
ing four-thirty. O. Upton Kidd." "There 
must be such a man." The girls frightened. 
Enter Mary Brooks. "The gloom I feel is very 
deep." She waves the telegram. "O. Upton 
Kidd — oh, you kids." Mary introduces the 
real Georgia Ames. 



COSTUMES 



Betty. About 20. A bright, tactful girl of 
the kind who is popular with faculty and stu- 
dents alike. Acts I and II, shirt-waist or plain 
school dress, with coat or cape in Act II. In 
Act III, wears pretty summer dress and hat. 

Helen. About 21. Rather prim and retir- 
ing. In all acts wears shirt-waist and skirt, and 
glasses. May wear coat in Act II. 

Madeline. About 23. She is artistic, a little 
older, and has a rather more assured manner 
than the other girls. Shirt-waist and skirt, or 
plain spring suit in all acts. 

Mary. About 22. Small, clever, animated, 
pretty. In Acts I and II, shirt-waist and 
skirt, with coat in Act II. In Act III wears 
pretty muslin or linen dress, with hat. 

Babbie. About 20. Pretty, popular, and 
very feminine. In Acts I and II, shirt-waist 
and skirt, or plain suit. In Act I, may also 
wear wrap, but no hat, and coat or cape in Act 
II. In Act III wears pretty lingerie dress and 
big hat, suitable for afternoon tea, and carries 
a long-stemmed rose; a very "dressy" young 
lady. 

Bob. About 20. Tall and handsome, just a 
little mannish in manner. In Acts I and II, 
shirt-waist and skirt or plain cloth suit. May 
wear wrap at entrance in Act I. In Act III, 
wears gymnasium suit and bloomers under 
rain-coat and carries gymnasium shoes by their 
strings. 

Babe. About 20. Attractive, popular, but a 
little timid. In Acts I and II, handsome 



shirt-waist and skirt. In Act I may also wear 
wrap at entrance. In Act III wears elaborate 
lingerie dress and hat, and carries a parasol. 

Roberta. About 21. Very quiet and stu- 
dious. In Act I, shirt-waist and skirt over 
gymnasium bloomers. In Act II, shirt-waist 
and skirt or plain school dress. In Act III, 
plain but elegant summer dress with hat. For 
"Mock Turtle" costume in Act 11, see "prop- 



erties. " 



Miss Hicks. About 50. Angular and severe, 
with gray hair and glasses. Plain shirt-waist 
costume or cloth suit. In Act II may wear 
shawl, and may wear afternoon costume, with 
hat, in Act III, if preferred. 

Georgiana. About 21. Rather heavy and 
unattractive. Wears shirt-waist and skirt. 

Georgia. About 16 or 17, but looks younger. 
Wears pretty summer dress and hat. 



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PROPERTIES 



For Betty — Four small sealed envelopes; 
letter in an envelope that has been torn open; 
pair of long gloves. 

For Madeline — Small pitcher of milk, small 
plate of butter. 

For Mary— Long sealed envelope; note- 
book; pencil. 

For Babbie — Lace handkerchief. 

For Bob — Book, floor cushions; florist's box 
suitable for bunch of violets. 

For Babe — Sugar, chocolate, chafing-dish 
with lamp, bottle of alcohol, matches, cup, 
plate, spoon, note-book, visiting card. 

For Roberta — Long envelope containing 
folded papers. For the Mock Turtle Dance in 
Act I, animal head mask, two oval "shells" of 
gray cardboard or building-paper, laced to- 
gether at sides, stockings drawn loosely over 
hands and arms, bloomers, slippers. By slight 
changes and omissions, some other dance or 
"stunt" may easily be substituted for the Mock 
Turtle Dance. 

For Miss Hicks — Books and papers; two 
notes in sealed envelopes, note-book. 

For Georgiana — ^Telegram; stamped and 
addressed package containing photograph. 

Other Properties— large bell or gong; water- 
pitcher full of roses; vase of violets; papers and 
books in desk; an evening dress and slippers. 



II 



SCENE PLOTS 




Acts I and III. Betty Wales's room. Door 
up R. to hall, and up L. to closet. Couch and 
floor cushions down R. Small table up R. Tea 
table and armchairs C. Screen up L. Desk and 
chairs L. Other chairs as needed. Pictures, 
ornaments, college pennants, posters, banners, 
etc.,- for decoration. 




TABLE 



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Act II. Note Room in College Hall. En- 
trances up R. and L. Long table back. Box 
with slit in top, against wall, R. Bulletin Board 
or letter-rack against wall L. Back wall covered 
with signs, such as "Glee Club, Attention! 
Rehearsal at 7 to-night. Important." "Open 
Meeting, Dramatic Club. T. Roosevelt, im- 
personated by Emily Davis, will speak on the 
Gentle Art of Lying. " " For Sale, Chafing-dish, 
good as new. Used only 4 years," etc., etc. 



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ACT I 

Scene: Betty's room at the Belden House. 

Time: An evening in March. Exits , up L., 
leading to closet, and up R. leading to corridor. 
Screen in corner up L.; desk L.; couch with 
pillows R; tea-table C; easy-chairs by table; 
floor cushions, R. front; a jew more chairs; 
pictures, posters, banners, etc., to give requisite 
college atmosphere. 

Curtain rises on the empty room. Banging 
on door R. Bob Parker sticks her head in the 
door, and enters, book under her arm. 

Bob. I say, Betty Wales! Um-nobody here. 
Light on, though, and everything looks as if 
she'd fixed up for a quiet evening at home. 
She'll be back in a minute. Guess I'll wait. 
{Pulls off wrap and tucks it away on end of couch; 
saunters around room, curls up on couch, and 
opens book.) It's funny; I can always study 
better in other girls' rooms, only generally I 
can't find an empty one. 

Madeline {sticks her head in door R.). Bon- 
jour, Ma'mselle, Est-ce vous etes chez vous ce — 

Bob. Hello, Betty! You were n't here, so I 
— {Looks up) Oh, hello, Madeline! I thought 
you were Betty. Go 'way! I'm studying. 

Madeline {preempting the easiest chair, near 
tea-table). Thanks, I think I will stay a minute, 
since you're so extremely pressing. 

Bob {shutting her book). How sweet of you! 
Make yourself quite at home, do! Have a 
cushion. {Shies one at her.) Have you done 
your Psychology for to-morrow.^ 

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THE BETTY WALES GIRLS 

Madeline. No, but IVe spent five solid 
hours grinding on English Essayists. For the 
rest of to-morrow's classes my motto is: Bluff 
if you can; otherwise flunk. 

Bob {sadly). That's all right for a prod, like 
you. It would be "otherwise flunk" with me, 
every last time. {Sits up straight.) I wish our 
dear faculty would get together occasionally and 
count up what they're asking of us. They'd see 
that we simply can't do it all without using 
trots or something like that; and in the very 
worst things, like Psych, and English Essayists, 
there aren't any trots. 

Babe {calls outside). I say, Betty, have you 
seen Bob Parker.^ 

Bob {lying hack again) . No, she has n't seen 
me, 'cause she is n't in here, and I am. 

Babe {entering). Oh, Bob, I've been looking 
all over the campus for you. Mary Brooks said 
she saw you rushing towards the Infirmary, and 
you looked as though you had something con- 
tagious. 

Bob {grimly). That Mary Brooks is too 
funny. She ought to be suppressed. What's 
the matter, Babe.^ 

Babe. Why, there's a meeting of the House 
Play Committee in your room. They sent me 
to find you. Did you forget about it. ^ 

Bob {loftily). No, I did n't. I remembered 
about it, and fled. Go back and tell 'em that 
they're welcome to the room, and I'm sorry it's 
so mussy. 

Babe. But, Bob — 

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THE BETTY WALES GIRLS 

Bob. But nothing. I'm too busy to attend 
to any committee meetings to-night. I'm 
studying Psych. That is, I ought to be, and I 
would be too, if Madeline Ayres would n't insist 
on staying here and bothering me. (Shies 
another pillow.) 

Madeline {gets up to arrange the two pillows 
comfortably). I'm not staying to bother you, 
nor to be bothered by you. I'm staying to jolly 
Betty Wales into having a fudge party. I've 
worked so hard to-day, that I'm completely 
exhausted, — also simply famished. 

Bob. So am I! 

Babe. So am I! {Pulls off her coat and 
sits down on a floor cushion, her back against 
couch.) 

Madeline. Oh, if that's the way we all feel 
about it, the matter becomes quite simple. 
We'll just unanimously elect Betty Wales to 
have a fudge party for us. Is that the sense of 
the meeting.^ 

Bob {flourishing her book). She's hereby 
elected ! 

Babe. It's getting late. I wish she'd come 
along back, so we could start the fudge. (Goes 
up L.) 

Madeline. Start it, if you 're in such a mad 
rush. We needn't wait for Betty. 

Bob {jumping up and investigating under the 
tea-table). Of course not! She wouldn't want 
us to. {Moves chaflng-dish from shelf of table to 
top.) 

Babe {investigating in closet up L.). Here's 

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THE BETTY WALES GIRLS 

sugar, and chocolate, and alcohol. {Arranges 
them on table.) But what '11 we do for butter 
and milk? 

Madeline. Oh, I forgot butter and milk. 
The person who elects another person to have a 
party is supposed to provide the ingredients 
that can't be kept on hand. That's a Rule. 
{Gets up reluctantly.) . I'll go and blarney 
Belden-House-Annie out of some. {Exits R.) 

Babe (filling the lamp). I hope that House 
Play Committee is n't worrying its head off 
about me. 

Bob {gloomily^ stopping her efforts to mix the 
fudge). Don't mention that committee, Babe. 
I ought to be up there this minute, and I ought 
to be studying Psych., and — I ought not to be 
here, I s'pose. But I am just fearfully hungry 
for fudge, and besides, if you don't take some 
recreation, you ruin your health. I should just 
hate to ruin my health. 

{Enter Betty Wales and Helen Adams, R.) 

Betty. Hello, girls! If you see anything you 
do n't want, ask for it. 

Bob {calmly). Oh, hello, Betty! It's lucky 
you 've come. You 've been elected to give a 
fudge party for Madeline and us two, — and for 
Helen Chase, of course. {Measures chocolate in 
spoon.) 

Betty. Oh, but Bob — 

Babe {pours in sugar). And we thought 
you'd like us to get things started, so the fudge 
would get surely done in time. 

Betty. Oh, but Babe — 

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THE BETTY WALES GIRLS 

Madeline (entering). Voila, the butter and 
the milk! (Puts cup and plate on table.) Fire 
up now, Babe. (Sits down in easy chair.) Hello, 
Betty, is n't this an extra-specially splendif- 
erous party? Are n't you glad you were elected 
to have it? 

Betty. (Laughs and sits on floor cushion. 
Helen perches on edge of couch. Resignedly, to 
Helen.) I told you so, Helen! (To the others.) 
Helen's room was awfully noisy, because Lucile 
Merriiield's crowd were all in there doing their 
Livy. So we came up here, to find a quiet place 
to study Psych. 

Bob (going hack to couch). Why, that was 
just what I came for! 

Madeline. Oh well, "the best-laid plans of 
mice and men," you know. Don't you feel for 
a fudge party, Betty? Helen Chase does, I know. 

Betty. Yes, I feel just exactly like a party. 
(Jumps up and goes to table.) If you don't stir 
that fudge. Babe, it will burn, sure as anything. 
But I ought to be studying Psych., and I ought 
to be starting my Argument paper, and I ought 
to be over at the Westcott encouraging the 
freshman basket-ball centre, who is sure they 
can't win, and — 

Madeline. That's enough, Betty. We all 
ought to be doing something else, so let's settle 
down to enjoy ourselves. 

Betty (sitting down again on floor cushions). 
If there were two of me, I think I could get 
along beautifully in classes, and have a little 
time left over for fun. But as it is — 

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THE BETTY WALES GIRLS 

Madeline (leaning forward as though struck 
by a sudden thought). I say, Betty, that's a 
great idea! What a person needs in this college 
is a double. 

Babe {turning her hack on the fudge). What's 
a double? 

Madeline. Why, a second self, of course — 
another of you, to do the things you have n't 
time for, and the things you hate, or can't do 
well. 

Helen. Madeline Ayres, how perfectly 
absurd! 

Madeline. Oh, I don't know. To-night, 
for instance, my double could have done Psych. 
and Logic for the two of us, while I did English 
Essayists. 

Bob. While you wandered around organizing 
fudge parties and keeping the rest of us from 
doing Psych., you mean, Madeline Ayres. 

Helen {laughingly). I should n't care to be 
your second self, Madeline. You'd make a 
regular drudge of her. {Eagerly.) If I had a 
second self, I should make her a perfectly fasci- 
nating person. She should do just exactly as 
she pleased without caring what people 
thought. 

Bob {sitting up straight). That's the kind of 
double I want — to say all the outrageous things 
I want to and don't dare. 

Helen. And to believe all the lovely things 
you want to, only you are afraid people will 
think you're crazy. 

Madeline. My double might be a drudge, 

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THE BETTY WALES GIRLS 

Helen Chase, but yours would certainly be a 
freak, and that's much worse. 

Babbie {appearing in door, R.). Do I smell 
fudge, or don't 1^ {Enters.) 

Madeline. Very possibly you do, Babbie, 
but you can't come in. This party is strictly 
limited to those already present. 

Bob {going to look at fudge and sitting on arm 
of Madeline's chair) . Oh, let her in ! 

Babe {abandoning the fudge and gesturing at 
Madeline with her spoon). You can't separate 
the three B.'s, you know. 

Betty. It is n't my party, Babbie. They 
elected me to have it, and now they 're running 
it to suit themselves. 

Madeline. Well, come along in. Babbie, 
only you must n't eat much fudge, and the next 
person who wants to come in can't, unless she 
does a stunt for us. That's a Rule. {Pulls floor 
cushion to a retired corner and sits down, her head 
in her hands, thinking. Babbie takes off her even- 
ing cape and hangs it over screen, then sits on 
vacant arm of easy-chair.) 

Roberta {appearing in door, R.) Is this a 
party? {Stands just inside door.) 

Babe. Does it look like a Psychology 
"cram.?" 

Betty. It is n't my party, Roberta. 

Babe {stops stirring.) It's an extra-specially 
limited party, Roberta. No admission unless 
accompanied by your best stunt. 

Helen. That's the Mock Turtle for you, of 
course, Roberta. 

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THE BETTY WALES GIRLS 

Roberta. Oh, don't make me do that Mock 
Turtle. It's too much trouble to dress up for 
it. {Babe, Bob and Babbie drag her down C.) 

Three B.'s {in chorus, dancing around Ro- 
berta). We want the Mock Turtle, the Mock 
Turtle, the Mock Turtle! 

Madeline {comes out of brown study and 
takes easy-chair.) Hurry up, Roberta! Because 
as soon as you're through, there's a very im- 
portant business matter to come before this 
party. I hereby call a special meeting of the 
Merry Hearts Club to consider it. 

All. What.^ 

Madeline {mysteriously.) Wait and see. 
Are you going to do the Turtle, Roberta, or 
are n't you.^ 

Roberta. Oh, yes, I suppose I am. I'll go 
and get its things. {Exits R.) 

Betty. I smell something burning! You 
girls are n't paying any attention at all to the 
fudge. I'm sure I smell it burning. {Goes to 
investigate. Everybody sniffs, and crowds around 
the table.) 

Bob {examining). I don't believe it's much 
burned. 

Babbie {bringing a cup of water from behind 
screen). Maybe it's done. Try it and see. 

Babe, {feels in cup). No, it's all gone to 
nothing in the water. I don't see how it can be 
much burned, if it's not nearly done. 

Betty. Babe, your ideas about cooking are 
perfectly delicious. {Sits down again as before; 
so do Madeline and Helen. Enter Roberta as 

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THE BETTY WALES GIRLS 

Turtle. See ''Properties.''^ Her skirt may be 
dropped behind screen as she comes in, or may he 
tucked up under shell.) 

Three B.'s {dancing ■ around her). Hurrah 
for the Mock Turtle! The Beautiful Mock 
Turtle! The Matchless Mock Turtle! 

Madeline. Sit down, everybody, and be 
quiet. {All obey.) Helen Chase, you be Alice 
in Wonderland for her, because your hair is so 
straight. (Helen meekly retires behind screen.) 

Betty. For once it's an advantage to have 
curly hair. 

(Helen reappears, her hair hanging, after the 
fashion of TennieFs Alice, a,nd sits on cushions in 
centre of room. Roberta dances back and forth 
before her, chanting. All the girls join in the second 
chorus.) 

"Beautiful Soup, so rich and green, 
Waiting in a hot tureen! 
Who for such dainties would not stoop? 
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! 
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! 

Beau — ootiful Soo — oop! 

Beau — ootiful Soo — oop! 
Soo — oop of the e — e — evening. 

Beautiful, beautiful Soup! 

"Beautiful Soup! Who cares for fish, 
Game, or any other dish.f* 
Who would not give all else for two 
Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup.^ 
Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup.^ 

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THE BETTY WALES GIRLS - 

Beau — ootiful Soo — oop! 
Beau — ootiful Soo — oop ! 
Soo — oop of the e — e — evening, 
Beautiful, Beauti— FUL SOUP!" 

{The tune is '^ Star of the Evening^ Beautiful 
Star, " found in many old music collections. By 
omitting song and making slight alterations in 
other lines, some other ^' stunt'' may easily he 
substituted for the Mock Turtle Dance.) 

Babe {who has neglected her fudge again during 
the Turtle's song). Is n't she lovely? {Begins to 
stir again.) 

Roberta {taking off her costume behind screen, 
while Helen puts up her hair there. Calls from 
behind screen). Now tell us the important busi- 
ness, Madeline. (Babe stops stirring.) 

Betty. I do think I'd better look after the 
fudge. 

Babe. Oh no, please let me! Nobody ever 
lets me cook. 

Madeline. I wonder why. Now silence! 
I move that we — The Merry Hearts — have a 
double. {Turns to screen.) A second self, that 
means, Roberta. We discussed them before 
you came. Let's invent one, and all use her — 
not exactly a second self, but an imaginary girl, 
to amuse ourselves with, by making her do nice, 
amusing, stunty things, to mystify the college. 
(Helen's head appears for a moment as she does 
up her hair.) 

Helen. But an imaginary girl couldn't go to 
classes, Madeline, because she couldn't recite. 

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THE BETTY WALES GIRLS 

Madeline. Well, she can hand in written 
work, can't she? Fll do a ten-minute theme for 
her to-morrow in English Essayists, and Miss 
Prunes and Prisms Hicks will swallow her whole, 
all right, and stick her on her class roll. See if 
she does n't! Days when she's called on, she 
can just happen to be absent. I often wish I 
could manage that way. 

Babe. Oh, Madeline, it would be fun — but 
it's awfully risky. 

Betty. That's what makes it such fun. 
What shall we name her.^ She's got to have a 
name. 

Madeline. Oh, one name's as good as 
another, if it's not too fancy. Let's call her — 
Georgia Ames. 

Bob. Sounds almost like Georgiana Arms. 
Georgiana will be furious. 

Madeline. I hope so. If she is, she'll talk 
about it, and every little helps. 

Babe. Girls, it's a perfectly crazy scheme. 
I think — 

Babbie (rising). Now Babe, where's your 
nerve .^ I hereby move that Georgia Ames — 
what class is she, Madeline.^ 

Helen (coming from behind screen). She'd 
better be a freshman, had n't she, taking some 
upper-class work.^* Then it won't seem so queer 
that nobody else but us knows about her. 

Babbie. Well, I hereby move that we elect 
Georgia Ames, freshman, a member of the 
Merry Hearts. 

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THE BETTY WALES GIRLS 

Madeline. She's elected. Welcome to the 
Merry Hearts, Georgia! {Pretends to shake 
hands and then to kiss the new member effusively.) 

Bob {laughing). Madeline and Helen will 
have to attend to Georgia's scholarship record — 
they're the only ones who can make Prissy 
Hicks sit up and take notice. The rest of us 
will see to her social career. 

Babe {turning away from chafing-dish). Well, 
I'm in it, if the rest of you are. {Turns hack to 
table to examine lamp of chafing-dish and arranges 
lamp so it will go out.) 

Betty. Let's have her quite athletic. 

Babbie {sitting on a cushion). And very 
popular with the men! 

Betty. We can write letters to her, ad- 
dressed to Harding College. 

Babbie. On our stuntiest note-paper. 

Madeline. Get our traveling friends to 
mail 'em from various interesting spots. 

Bob {waving a pillow). We'll cover the bulle- 
tin board in the Note Room with letters to G. 
Ames. 

Roberta {coming out from behind screen). 
Georgia is to be a rather clever, literary person, 
is n't she, Madeline? 

Madeline. Well, rather! Trust Helen 
Chase and me to make her the bright-and- 
shiniest star of English Essayists. 

Roberta. Oh, goody! Because then I've 
thought of a lovely way to use Georgia, to play 
a joke on Mary Brooks. Only Mary must n't 
know about her beforehand. 

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THE BETTY WALES GIRLS 

Bob, Babbie, Babe (advancing on Roberta). 
To tease Mary Brooks? (Roberta nods vigor- 
ously.) 

Betty (enthusiastically)'. If Georgia Ames 
can be used to tease Mary Brooks, who's teased 
us almost to death ever since we came — 

Madeline (emphatically). If she can be used 
to fuss Mary Brooks, I shall not have invented 
her in vain. Explain yourself instantly, 
Roberta. 

Roberta. Why, you know Mary thinks I 
can write. I can't, but I can't make her see 
that it's only because she likes me that she 
thinks I can. Now that she's an editor of the 
'^ Argus" she's always trying to make me do 
stories and verses. She says if I only would, I'd 
be famous, and get into Dramatic Club, and all 
that. 

Madeline. Probably she's right, Roberta, 
but what has all this to do with Georgia ? 

Roberta. Well, I — I have written some 
verses and two little stories, but I was ashamed 
to send them, because I'm sure they're no good 
at all. So now I'll just let Georgia Ames, a 
literary freshman, send them. If Mary returns 
them, it will be a good joke on her. 

Madeline. Great thought, Roberta! Of 
course I hope she keeps 'em and prints 'em as 
Georgia's. The joke will be just as good either 
way. Now girls, let's start Georgia off 
gradually. 

Bob. Yes. It's better to go rather slow at 
first with a good thing like her. 

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Helen. I can't do much for her till after my 
Argumentative is in. 

All. Of course not! Neither can we! 

Madeline. All right. Just keep her going 
till Arguments are off our minds. Then every- 
body here present is pledged to add a touch to 
the complete and beautiful presentment of Miss 
G. Ames. 

Babbie {The B.^s, arms around each other^s 
necks, Babe waving her spoon, dance across the 
room, dragging Madeline with them). A stylish 
touch ! 

Bob. a stunty touch! 

Babe. A touch of mystery! 

Madeline. But above all a touch-down on 
little Mary Brooks! 

All. Touch-down ! Touch-down ! 

Roberta {looking out door), Sh! She's 
coming! All be careful. 

Mary {appearing in door). Good evening, 
little friends. Did I hear my name just now.^ 
{Mary enters, R.) 

Madeline {drops down on couch). Nothing 
is more probable, Mary. I just remarked that 
I'd told a freshman prod. I know to send some 
things to you for the *' Argus." 

Mary {carelessly approaching the fudge). 
That's good. Never forget the "Argus." I 
say, Babe, is this the way you cook fudge .^ 

Babe {indignantly). It's perfectly good 
fudge, Mary Brooks. You smelled it and came 
in on purpose to get some. 

Mary. I smelled it burning all right a while 

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ago, and I came in now on the chance that it 
was n't utterly ruined. If you'd start up the 
fire, Babe, it might be perfectly good fudge 
some time to-morrow morning. {Sits down in 
Madeline's easy-chair.) 

Babe {gaspingly investigating). Well, people 
never let me cook — 

Mary. Do you wonder at that, my child? 

Babe {going to table). So of course I did n't 
notice that the lamp had gone out. It has gone 
out, sure as anything. 

Bob {standing beside Babe). It's not Babe's 
fault, Mary Brooks. We were all seeing to that 
fudge. 

Babbie {standing with the other B's). Yes, 
and we all got terribly interested talking, and 
forgot. 

Mary. All I have to say is, it takes this 
particular crowd to have a fudge party — and 
forget the fudge. 

{Bell rings behind scenes.) 

Babe. Oh dear, there's the ten-minutes-of 
bell! It can't possibly get cooked now. I am 
awfully sorry, girls. 

Betty. Never mind, Babe. I'll finish it in 
the morning and send you all some. {Takes 
plate, etc., from table to closet.) 

Mary. Don't forget me. 

Madeline. And don't forget what we've 
been talking about. 

All. I should say not! Easily not! 

Mary. What were you talking about .f* 
(B.'s join hands and face Mary.) 

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Bob. Guess 1 

Babe. Don't you wish you knew.^. 

Babbie. Maybe you will know some day. 

Three B's {in chorus). More than you want 
to, maybe. 

Mary {with dignity). Did I hear the ten- 
minutes-of bell a while ago, or did n't I ? 

All Except Betty and Mary. Good-night. 
Don't forget about the fudge. {Exit laughing.) 

Mary. Oh dear, now I've missed something! 
And the moral of that is : Come when you first 
smell the fudge. 

Betty {picking up cushions and putting them 
in place on couch). The early bird, yOu know, 
Mary. 

Mary {thoughtfully). Hmm. You girls are 
up to something. You'll bear watching, Betty 
Wales. Good-night. 

Betty {very sweetly). The Merry Hearts are 
always worth watching, Mary Brooks. 

CURTAIN. 



30 



ACT II 

Scene: The Note Room, College Hall. 

Time : Nine o^ clock in the morning, three weeks 
after Act I. 

Stage: Exits up L. and up R. Back wall 
covered with signs: '^Glee Club, Attention! Re- 
hearsal at 7 to-night. Important! " ''Open Meet- 
ing Dramatic Club. T. Roosevelt, impersonated by 
Emily Davis, will speak on the Gentle Art of 
Lying;'' ''For Sale, a Chafing-Dish, good as new, 
used only four years;'' etc. On wall L. bulletin 
board, or a letter rack to display mail and notes for 
students. Against back wall, long table littered 
with handkerchiefs. A box, with slit, to receive 
themes, hangs on wall R. 

Curtain rises on Babbie and Babe, entering 
the room, R., the former ostentatiously carrying a 
handkerchief by one corner. 

Babe {pointing at the table). There, Babbie, 
I told you they'd changed to Tuesday for put- 
ting out the lost handkerchiefs. 

Babbie. It's lucky you did tell me, or I 
should have had to wait a whole week to do 
this touch. Is n't it noble and self-sacrificing 
of me to give Georgia Ames my very best hand- 
embroidered Paris handkerchief.^ See, I've 
marked it in indelible ink — Georgia Ames. 

Babe {examines it). I guess that will make a 
sensation, when the girls get to pawing around 
here among the Losts and Founds. They'll say 
"Who's Georgia Ames.^" louder than ever, when 
they see that handkerchief. Has n't Georgia 
been a success, though? 

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Babbie. Great! (Sighs). But^she's getting 
terribly expensive to keep up ! 

Babe. I should say she is! Those engraved 
cards I got for her cost me three large round 
dollars. But the one I stuck under Jean East- 
man's door certainly made a hit. 

(Enter Bob, R., carrying a florisfs box.) 

Babe (holds up handkerchief). Look, Bob! 
Is n't Babbie's touch for Georgia perfectly 
lovely.^ It's marked, you see, and she's going 
to add it to the janitor's weekly dump of lost 
handkerchiefs and watch the girls sit up and 
say "Who's Georgia Ames.^" 

Bob. And eventually she's going to call it in, 
I s'pose. 

Babbie. I hope to, but it's an afwul risk. 
Somebody may take it to that Georgiana Arms 
by mistake, and then she'll forget to return it. 

Bob. It certainly is a risk! Look at this box. 
(Opens it dramatically^ to display an empty in- 
terior.) This is where I risked and lost — lost a 
bunch of violets as big as your head. 

Babbie. Oh, what a shame! (Looks at hand- 
kerchief longingly.) 

Babe. How did it happen, Bob.^ 

Bob. Well, it's a long, sad story. (All sit 
down in a row on table.) You see, Georgia's a 
very popular girl. Popular girls have violets 
sent to them. So I ordered some for Georgia. 
I had them sent to the Westcott, because, when 
the Westcott sits up and takes notice, the whole 
college does. 

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Babbie. And living right there, you thought 
you could rescue them easily afterwards. 

Bob. You're a mind reader, Babbie. But it 
did n't work. I ordered a lot of violets, because 
Fm naturally reckless and generous. I ordered 
'em sent at eight A. M., so everybody would 
see 'em on their way out to chapel. Well, at 
nine-six prompt, I sneak down to snatch my 
violets, and — 

Babe. And carry them to — whom did you 
say, Bob.^ 

Bob. Never you mind, smarty. 

Babbie. Let her go on. Babe. Go on. Bob. 

Bob. Well, Molly Vance was standing in the 
hall, looking at the box as if she'd like to eat it. 
"I've called up Lacy's about these violets," 
said she to me. "Oh!" I said to her. "They 
don't know who sent 'em," said she. "Don't 
they.^" said I. "Maybe there's a card in the 
box." We looked. The card said "To dear 
Georgia from — scrawl, scrawl,''^ all in my bold 
masculine hand, carefully disguised. "Why 
don't you put 'em in water for her.^" said I, 
bound to be game. "If I see her, I'll tell her 
they're here. She boards somewhere off the 
Campus, I suppose." Of course, Moll jumped 
at it. She nobly offered to share, but I pointed 
out to her that when Georgia came for her 
violets she might prefer to find 'em all in one 
place. Now, is n't that the complete limit of 
bad luck? 

Babbie. Poor old Bob! But maybe we 
won't have the whole Westcott House assembled 

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in Moll's room after lunch, oh-ing and ah-ing 
over Georgia's violets. Girls, we've done it this 
time! There are scores of people in this college 
who think Georgia Ames is a real person. 

Babe. I caij't help wondering if there is 
such a girl somewhere. What would she do to 
us for taking such liberties with her name.f* 

Bob {stoutly). Humph! There ain't no sich 
a person. But if there should be and she comes 
to Harding, she'll have to thank us for making 
her a career in advance. {Looks R.) Drop 
that handkerchief, quick, Babbie. Somebody's 
coming! (Babbie puts handkerchief on table 
and they all go up L. and assume a deep interest 
in the signs.) 

{Enter Betty Wales, R.). 

Babbie {turning). Oh, it's only Betty Wales! 
I showed her my touch last night. 

Betty {to Bob). Bob, who's getting violets 
from you, now.^ 

Bob {displaying box) . Georgia's violets! 

Babbie. Georgia's handkerchief! {Picks it 
up and waves it.) 

Babe {produces a card from her note-book), 
Georgia's visiting card! 

Betty. Is n't Georgia growing fast, though! 
{Turns to the end of bulletin board down L.) And 
the bulletin board is fairly covered with letters 
for her to-day. One, two, three, four! 

Three B.'s. Why, we never looked! {They 
come down L., and crowd around board, reading 
and laughing. Betty takes notes from Board.) 

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Betty (holds one up). This one went to the 
Belden, and Georgiana Arms opened it by 
mistake. 

Babbie. As usual! 

Bob. Well, I told you she'd get mixed up 
with Georgia. But she goes around wailing to 
everybody about "those confusing letters and 
parcels," so it's all right. It all counts for 
Georgia. 

{Enter Helen Adams, L.) 

Bob. Hello, Helen, have you done your 
Georgia-touch yet.^ 

Betty. Oh, she's done a beautiful touch! 

Babe. What was it.^ 

Helen. I wrote a note to Prissy Hicks from 
Georgia's mother — 

Betty. Mrs. Erasmus J. Ames — {The 
Three B.'s laugh.) 

Helen. Saying that the strain of ten-minute 
tests was wearing on Georgia's health. 

Three B.'s. Lovely! Perfect! What did 
Prissy say to that.^ 

Helen. I wrote it only last night. But I 
don't suppose we shall ever know what she 
says, because I had Mrs. Ames give her address 
as Palm Beach. 

Babe. We can write to have the letter for- 
warded. Or maybe Prissy will speak about it 
in|class. 

Bob. That's just like Prissy — to jeer at Mrs. 
Erasmus J. right out in class. 

{Enter Roberta, R. Walks straight to bulletin 
hoard.) 

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Babbie (sits down on table). My cousin, 
Belle Everts, is in New York tjiis week, and 
she's written Georgia a long letter from the 
Vanritzdorf. She sent me a copy. I saw 
Georgiana Arms open it this morning, and I 
hope she read it all. It's simply rich! 

Roberta (after searching, pounces upon a long 
envelope). Girls, here are my stories and verses 
from the "Argus!" — Georgia's, I mean. (Goes 
up C. to table. All crowd around her.) 

Betty. Really.'* The last one you sent, too.^ 

Roberta (nods). Yes, all of them. Oh, and 
here's a polite note, saying — (pauses) — that 
my work shows promise, and she hopes I'll try 
again — next year. 

Bob. When she's no longer on the "Argus!" 

Babe. Oh me, oh my! Little Mary will 
never hear the last of this! 

Babbie (warningly.) Remember she is n't 
to know yet awhile, though ! 

(Enter Prissy Hicks, laden with books and 
papers. Walks to bulletin board and sticks up two 
letters. Stands down R. consulting a memoran- 
dum, while the girls pretend to read signs and look 
at handkerchiefs as they watch her.) 

Babe (sneaks to bulletin, points to the notes and 
whispers). She put up one for Jean Eastman. 
A warning, I'll bet. And another for — for 
Georgia Ames! (Skips joyously.) 

Babbie (warningly). Be careful. Babe. 

Bob (groaning.) Why does n't she go.^ 

Prissy (adjusts books, and suddenly notices 
girls). Good morning, young ladies. (Singles 

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out Betty, nearsightedly.) Ah, this meeting is 
most fortunate! If it had occurred yesterday 
it would have saved me the trouble of writing you. 

Betty {much frightened.) I — I'm sorry, 
Miss Hicks. I had a class yesterday at this 
hour, so I could n't be h — here then. 

Miss Hicks. Nonsense! Naturally we 
cannot control chance meetings. I received a 
note from your mother last evening. I really 
can't account for the foolishness of mothers. 

Betty {desperately). I did n't ask her to 
write. Miss Hicks. I did n't know she had 
written. 

Miss H. Don't apologize, child. I thought 
you were n't to blame. But why so brilliant a 
student as you should have occasion to com- 
plain to her family of my written work, I really 
can't imagine. 

Betty. I — I'm not brilliant. Miss Hicks. 
I — there must be some mistake. 

Miss H. {smiling). The distinguished quality 
of Georgia Ames's work precludes the confusion 
of her with the multitude of merely average 
attainment. 

Betty. But Miss Hicks, I'm — I'm not 
Georgia Ames. I'm — just Betty Wales. 

Miss H. (z'^ryia'/y.) Then who is Georgia Ames.** 

Betty. I — I don't know. Miss Hicks. I 
mean — {gUhly) she's a freshman, taking some 
upper-class work. She does n't board on the 
Campus. She — 

Miss H. Where do you sit in my class. Miss 
Wales .^ I never noticed you. 

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Betty. On the back row, generally, Miss 
Hicks, with — ^ 

Miss H. Beware of a back-row reputation. 
Miss Wales. Good-morning. 

Betty. Good-morning, Miss Hicks. {Exit 
Miss Hicks. Betty makes a tragic gesture.) 

Bob. And good riddance! Now you're in 
forit, Miss B.Wales! 

Babe. She'll remember to call on you ! 

Babbie. And she'll blame Georgia on you! 

Betty {sits on table uneasily. The Three B.'s 
also sit. Helen and Roberta Z., near board). 
Oh dear! I'm the most unlucky person! 

Bob. I'm not so sure of that. You have n't 
just lost a perfectly huge bunch of violets. 

Babbie. Nor risked losing a Paris handker- 
chief. 

Helen {tragically pacing up and down stage). 
I knew I ought n't to write that letter. I felt 
as if it was sort of forging. And if it gets Betty 
into trouble, I shall never, never forgive myself! 

{Enter Madeline, Z., smiling at her friends.) 

Madeline. Hello, Merry Hearts! Why so 
cheerful this morning.^ {She plucks Georgia's 
latest note from the bulletin board.) 

Helen. Oh Madeline, do be careful! It's 
from Prissy Hicks, and she just put it there. 

Madeline {reads.) My dear Miss Ames: 
Kindly report to me in my rooms at the Hilton 
at four P. M. to-day, Tuesday. 

Yours sincerely, 

Priscilla Hicks. 
That's easily settled. {Replaces note.) If 

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THE BETTY WALES GIRLS 

Georgia does n't get it in time to go, — she can't 
go. I suppose Prissy wants to discuss your 
touch, Helen. 

{Enter Georgiana Arms, gloomily.) 

Bob. Hello, Georgiana, tell us your secret 
sorrow. 

Babbie. You have n't any warnings to-day, 
Georgiana. 

Babe. Not one! We noticed particularly. 
So do cheer up! 

Georgiana {scans bulletin suspiciously.) This 
time she's taken off all her old letters — or all 
but one. 

Three B.'s. Who.f* 

Georgiana. That Georgia Ames. I'm sick 
and tired of having her mail mixed up with mine. 
{Lops against wall, R.) 

Helen. Why don't you look at the addresses 
before you open your letters.^ The names are 
quite different. 

Georgiana. Yes, but all her friends write so 
illegibly that often I can't possibly be sure. 
That is, not till I've read most of the letters. I 
think her friends do it on purpose. 

Madeline. Nonsense, Georgiana! You're 
not so important as all that. 

Georgiana. Well, it's very annoying. I 
think it ought to be stopped. Do any of you 
know where Georgia Ames lives .^ 

Roberta. Palm Beach in winter. Is n't 
that her mother's winter address, Helen? 

Georgiana. Oh, I mean where does she 
board in Harding, of course. 

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Bob. Somewhere off the Campus. 

Georgiana (much annoyed). Somewhere off 
the Campus! That's what everybody says. 
She must be a queer person — this Georgia Ames 
— to keep her boarding-place so secret. 

Babbie (confidentially). I've heard she was — 
well, not queer, Georgiana, but just a little 
eccentric. 

Babe. She's awfully popular, that's one sure 
thing. 

Georgiana. Well, if she does n't let the 
post-ofhce know her correct address pretty soon, 
I shall — I shall — 

Bob. Why do you bother us with your 
troubles, Georgiana .'^ 

Babe. We're not Georgia Ames's parents 
and guardians. 

Babbie. We don't know her correct address. 

Georgiana. You asked me about my 
troubles, and I think you know an awful lot 
about Georgia Ames, considering how little you 
know. (Going up L.) 

Madeline. We are but human, Georgiana. 
Now we know, and now we don't. Run along, 
or you'll be late for — for something. (Aside.) 
Is n't she a bore.^ (At door Z,., Georgiana 
collides with Mary Brooks, who is hurriedly 
entering the note room.) 

Georgiana. If people would only look where 
they're going — (Exits L.) 

(Enter Mary Brooks, still running, in spite of 
Georgiana's terrific onset. She goes to box up R.) 

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Mary {sticks envelope into box). There, that 
theme is in just exactly four minutes before it's 
too late. Hello, children! {Looks at handker- 
chiefs.) I've got just about time to hunt 
through these for the dozen I've recently lost, 
before I go up to ornament the front row at 
George Garrison Hinsdale's ten o'clock quiz. 
Always sit on the front row when you're not 
prepared, children! Oh, what a darling hand- 
kerchief! Somebody was careless to lose that 
one. {Squints at name. Roberta goes up to 
look at handkerchief, and remains R.) Georgia 
Ames — oh, my freshman would-be contributor! 
I say, Madeline, was Georgia Ames the fresh- 
man prod, that you said you'd turn loose on me? 

Madeline {coolly.) Yes. Why.? 

Mary {turns, still holding handkerchief). Why 
indeed.? She's flooded me, fairly flooded me, 
with the most impossible themes! She may be 
a prod., and a nice girl, and all that, but she 
can't write. {Snickers from the B.'s. Mary 
turns upon them.) Do you know her, too.? 

Babbie. Yes, we know her. 

Bob. She's a great girl, and some people 
think she can write. 

Babe. Yes, Prissy Hicks thinks so, for one. 
Georgia takes advanced English, you know, 
and Prissy talks about "the distinguished 
quality" of her work. I've heard her, myself. 

Mary. Honestly.? {Looks again at handker- 
chief, and puts it on table.) 

Babbie. I've heard her, too. 

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Bob. "Distinguished quality" is going some 
for Prissy, you know, Mary. 

Mary (goes hurriedly to bulletin hoard). Then 
maybe her things were better than I thought! 
Maybe I was sleepy when I read them! But 
Laurie said they were no good, too! Still, I 
guess I'd better write a different sort of note to 
a freshman that Prissy Hicks praises. Oh dear, 
she's taken her things away! 

Roberta {trying to act natural). Well, they 
were hers to take, were n't they, Mary? {The 
girls on the table are all giggling.) 

Mary. Yes, — but they've been here only 
a minute — just since after chapel. Seems 
funny — Prexy kept the freshmen after chapel, 
and he's still talking to them. I don't see how 
she had a chance to get down here so quick. 
Bob Parker, what are you laughing at? 

Bob. a joke - — only one of Madeline's silly 
old jokes. Come on, Helen, it's time to go to 
Chemistry Lab. 

Babbie. And we ought to hurry right over 
to Logic! 

{Exit L. Madeline, Bob, Babe, Babbie, 
Helen and Betty. Mary eyes them suspi- 
ciously as they go. Roberta is about to follow, 
hut is embarrassed and drops the envelope she 
holds.) 

Mary {sweetly). You dropped something, 
Roberta! (Mary picks up envelope , which 
Roberta hastily snatches.) 

Roberta. Oh, thank you, Mary. {Exit L.) 

Mary. Don't mention it, Roberta! 

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(Significantly.) Don't mention it. (Alone, 
looks again at Georgia's handkerchief and puts 
it on table. Makes sure the coast is clear, then 
hastily reads Prissy's note.) One of Madeline's 
silly old jokes, was it? Let's see — they were 
talking about Georgia Ames. And they said 
they were laughing at Madeline's silly old joke. 
Roberta Lewis wrote those things and signed 
them Georgia Ames. I thought one of them 
sounded a lot like Roberta. Oh, I've got it I 
They've invented this Georgia Ames, those 
children! Well, upon-my-word ! They've cer- 
tainly fooled Harding College to the limit. But 
they could n't fool me, — not for long, at least. 
And if the joke is on me now, it's going to be on 
them. I'll get the best of them somehow! Let 
me see. (Sits down on note-room table, thinks, 
and then scribbles on blank pages of note-book. 
Reads out as she writes.) "My dear Miss Ames: 
Too bad you can't come to our prom. You 
can't imagine how I've counted on it. Your 
promise of your picture is poor consolation, but 
— well, you can safely bet that it will have the 
place of honor in these diggings. 
"Am off for a Sunday in New York. 
"Yours ever," 
How'll I sign it.? I know! "O. Upton Kidd!" 
There! I'm proud of that. It sounds enough 
like a note from a nice stunty Winsted college 
man to take in — even me. When my cousin- 
by-courtesy Bill has copied it on his best Delta 
Nu paper in his bold masculine hand and posted 
it at Winsted, I guess something will be started. 

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And when — he — writes again and says — Oh 

— I see it alll It's going to be simply perfect! 
The joke's on little Mary, i^ it? (Skips joy- 
ously.) Well, rather not! Now I must go. The 
nine-to-ten crowd will be pushing in here in a 
minute. (She goes to door R. and stops.) Oh, 
that handkerchief! (Runs to table and picks up 
handkerchief.) I guess I'd better keep that — 
for Georgia. (Noise of tramping and talking 
heard of. Mary pauses at door R.) And the 
moral of this is — two can play at the same 
game! (Laughs and exits, R.) 

(Enter hurriedly L., Babbie, who runs to the 
table, and Babe and Betty, who stand in door.) 

Betty. Do hurry. Babbie. We'll be late. 

Babbie (searching wildly among handker- 
chiefs). Oh, it's not here. It's gone! 

Babe. It can't be! 

Babbie (anxiously). Are you sure none of 
our crowd took it? 

Betty. Yes. I'm sure not one of us thought 
of it again after Mary Brooks laid it down there. 
(Points to table.) 

Babbie (dramatically). Mary Brooks! Girls 

— Mary Brooks took that handkerchief, after 
all! 

Betty, Babe. Mary Brooks! 

CURTAIN. 



44 



ACT III 

Scene: Betty's room. 

Time : Three weeks later, early in the afternoon 
of '^Junior Prom. Day.^^ ■ 

Stage: Same as Act /, except that a water- 
pitcher full of roses stands on floor near screen, 
and a big bunch of violets on the open shelf of desk, 
in the midst of a litter of papers. An evening 
dress with slippers to match is spread out on the 
couch. 

Curtain rises on Betty Wales, standing in 
door, R., half facing audience, calling into hall. 

Betty {excitedly). Oh, Helen! Helen Chase 
Adams! Please come quick and hook me up! 

Bob {in hall). Helen Chase is n't around, I 
guess, but I'll hook you up. {Enters, wearing 
raincoat over gym suit, and swinging gym shoes 
by their strings.) 

Betty. Why, Bob Parker! Where's your 
man.^ Isn't he coming.^ Why aren't you at 
home dressing for the teas.^ 

Bob {attacking hooks). Oh, my man is coming 
all right — unless he's sprained his ankle — or 
broken his neck — or something. And I'm 
going to dress — presently. I was n't going to 
miss a perfectly good basket-ball game for any 
old Prom, day teas, I can tell you. After the 
game I just dashed around here to return 
Helen's Psychology note-book that I borrowed 
a — long — time — ago. These hooks are the 
limit, Betty. 

Betty. I know it. Are you sure you have 
time to bother, Bob 1 

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Bob. Sure! I've got loads of time — it's 
fifteen minutes before my man Samuel can 
possibly turn up. Besides, it won't hurt him to 
wait awhile. 

Betty (turns upon her). Bob Parker, are n't 
you the least little bit excited ? 

Bob (whirls Betty around and begins hooking 
again). Two more hooks, Betty. Well — may- 
be. But I'm keeping all my hair on. 

(Enter Babe, R., arrayed for a tea^ in light 
dress and hat^ carrying parasol^ 

Babe (rushes at couch). Oh, Betty, what an 
adorable dress! (To Bob.) Go to your room 
this minute. Bob, and get ready for the teas. 

Bob. I'm going — presently. There, you're 
hooked, Betty. (Betty goes behind screen, and 
is half visible putting on hat before a supposed 
mirror.) No wonder men think girls are foolish 
— the flutter they get into over a little old 
dance! (Knock on door, R.) 

Betty (absently, busy with hat). Come in! 
(Enter Madeline, R.) 

Bob. Welcome to our city! Why so cold and 
formal as to knock. ^ 

Madeline. I feel cold and formal, and 
lonely, and cross. Dick wires that he can't get 
here till seven, so I'm not in on the teas. 

Bob. Oh, take my man Samuel! I loathe 
teas. It makes my head ache just to think of 
'em. Please, Mad! 

Madeline. No, thank you. I've decided to 
devote this afternoon to Georgia Ames. In the 

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Prom, excitement she's been awfully neglected. 
{Sits down sadly in small, straight-hacked chair.) 

Babe {sits on couch). I say, why did n't we 
think to have Georgia go .to the Prom, .f* 

Bob {perches on arm of easy-chair). Why, 
indeed.^ She'd have been right in her element 
when her men disappeared into thin air. 

Madeline. Girls! I may as v/ell own up 
first as last, I suppose. I've been so busy lately 
doing a skit for Dramatic Club, — and enjoying 
Spring term, — that I've bluffed through every- 
thing, even English Essayists. And even I 
can't bluff for two! 

Betty {reappears, hat on and long gloves in her 
hand). Oh, Madeline, you mean you have n't 
been doing Georgia's ten-minute tests.? 

Madeline. Yes, that's what I mean. 
Georgia has had the nerve to cut English 
Essayists three times running. She wrote 
Prissy the first time, to say she'd been ill. 

Bob. Was n't Prissy suspicious.? 

Madeline. Suspicious! I should think so. 
Now she demands a doctor's certificate. I've 
just taken her note to that effect off the bulletin 
board. So Helen Chase and I, being special 
committee on Georgia's scholarship, are going 
to devote the afternoon to evolving a way of 
pacifying Prissy. 

{Enter Helen, R.) 

Helen. Oh, here you are, Madeline! Betty, 
how sweet you look! {Wanders about, looking at 
dress, smelling flowers, etc.) 

Bob. Is n't she terribly cute in that hat.? 

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Have you seen Babbie Hildreth anywhere, 
Helen? I sort of think she promised to wait 
around till I came, and the^ supervise my 
Prom.-tea toilet. 

Helen. Oh, I did see her — downstairs 
somewhere. She asked if I'd seen you. 

Bob. ril go and find her, and tell her not to 
worry about me, because young Samuel does n't 
care a rap about glad rags. He never saw me 
except in tennis things, and if I look too grand 
to-day he might — {Exit^ R.) 

Madeline. Speaking of flowers, Betty 
Wales ! (Goes to desk and picks up violets.) 

Betty. Is n't it dreadful of Tom to send so 
many.^ He wrote that he was color-blind, but 
he hoped one or the other {points to roses and 
smells violets) would go with a white dress. 

Madeline. What a nice absurd Tom! {Puts 
violets on desk.) 

{Enter Roberta, R.^ very dignified and elegant 
and unhappy in her best clothes.) 

Roberta. Oh, Betty, do I look all right.? 
You and Babe are too dear for anything I 

{Enter R., Bob and Babbie, the latter arrayed 
for the teas and carrying a long-stemmed rose. 
They are dragging between them Georgiana 
Arms, on the verge of tears.) 

Bob {excitedly). Georgia Ames has got a 
telegram! 

Babbie. And a package! 

Georgiana {tearfully). The telegram fright- 
ened me almost to pieces. I think it's a perfect 
shame — 

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Madeline {gravely). It is, Georgiana. No 
one who saw you now could think otherwise. 

Georgiana. I thought, of course, that my 
Prom, man was n't coming'. 

Babbie. Of course. And that he'd sent you 
a consolation package. It all fitted together 
like a detective story. 

Georgiana. You're making fun of me, 
Babbie Hildreth! Aren't you ever frightened 
when you get a telegram.^ 

Roberta. When she thinks she gets one, 
you mean, Georgiana. 

Georgiana (snappily). It's the same thing. 

Babbie (aside). Be nice to her, and then 
she'll go, and we can read it. (To Georgiana). 
Certainly, I am awfully frightened at telegrams, 
Georgiana. 

Bob. She gets 'em about twice a week, 
Georgiana — every time she forgets to write 
home for a day. So you can imagine her 
habitual state of mind, poor thing! 

Babe. She can sympathize with you, Georgi- 
ana, and so can we other two B.'s, who live 
near her. 

Madeline. Don't leave me out. Babe. I 
sympathize too, Georgiana, — so deeply that 
I'll even undertake to get the telegram to 
Georgia for you. 

Georgiana. I don't much care whether she 
gets her old telegram or not, after all the trouble 
she's made me. 

Betty. Oh, but it might be important, 
Georgiana. 

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Helen. Maybe her Prom, man — oh, but 
she's a freshman. She would n't have one. 

Georgiana. It does seem to be from a Prom, 
man. I read it before I saw the address. 

Madeline {hastily). That's all right, Helen. 
Georgia Ames takes so much upper-class work 
that she was invited by our class to come to the 
Prom. {Looks around vaguely.) I'm quite sure 
somebody mentioned wanting to invite her. 

Georgiana. Well, I think it was very silly 
of the class to invite a freshman — specially a 
freshman nobody knows. 

All {in chorus) . Why, we all know Georgia ! 

Georgiana {scornfully). You know her 
awfully well, don't you.^ Why, you don't even 
know where she lives. {To Madeline.) How 
can you deliver her telegram.^ 

Madeline {calmly). I can inquire at the 
registrar's office, as I've been expecting you to 
do for some weeks past. You may trust me, 
Georgiana. I'm a person of infinite resource. 

Georgiana. Well, do as you like. {Drops 
telegram and parcel on desk). I'm going to finish 
dressing. {Exit.) 

Babbie. Good-bye, Georgiana! 

Babe. Cheer up, Georgiana I 

Bob. Drown your sorrows in Prom, day teas, 
Georgiana! 

Madeline {Hurries to desk. Opens telegram 
and reads, while Helen undoes package, noting 
address curiously. The rest crowd around Made- 
line.) "Winsted, Mass., May 5. Can make 
Prom, after all. Hope you are half as pleased 

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as I am. Will reach Harding four-thirty from 
Junction. Have wired auto to meet us at train. 
O. Upton Kidd." Now whose extra-special, 
regardless-of-expense, altogether-grand-and-ele- 
gant touch is this ^ 

Babbie. Is n't it lovely! 

Bob. Sounds like you, Madeline. 

Babe. Or like Roberta. 

Roberta. I did n't do it. 

Madeline. Nor I. Didn't any of you? 
(Murmurs of negation and head-shaking.) Well, 
who of Georgia's backers and promoters is 
absent from our midst .^ 

Betty {counts up). Not one. The Georgia- 
ites are all here. 

Madeline {seriously). Honestly, did n't any 
of you send this telegram.^ 

Bob. Not I! 

Babbie. Nor I! 

Others {repeating). Not I. I did n't. Wish 
I had! 

Helen {excitedly). Why, then somebody 
else is using Georgia! 

Madeline {drops down on a cushion). How- 
ever did you guess that, Helen Chase? 

Betty. Read the telegram again, Madeline. 

Madeline {re-reads telegram). Four-thirty 
from the Junction — that train's due in about 
an hour. 

Roberta {hopefully). It's generally late. 
{Sits on couch.) 

Madeline. Helpful thought, Roberta! 
{Takes easy-chair.) 

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Babbie. Do you suppose he's really coming, 
or is he just a fake, like our touches? (B.'s sit 
on couch, Babbie carefully mgving dress to the 
back.) 

Babe. Did n't Georgia have a letter once 
from a Mr. Kidd at Winsted.f* 

Bob. Sure thing, she did. Betty got it off 
the bulletin. Don't you remember, Betty .f* 

Betty. No — oh, yes, I do remember too, 
Bob! It's somewhere in my desk now, I sup- 
pose. I'll look. {Sits down at desk and rum- 
mages through papers.) 

Babbie. Well, do you suppose he's really 
coming, or is he just a fake.^ 

Madeline. This telegram sounds pretty 
real to me. An outsider would n't understand 
the rules of the Georgia game, so Mr. Kidd may 
easily be the real live article. By the way, 
we've forgotten the package. 

Helen {takes package from desk and passes it 
to Babe). Oh, it's a picture — a girl's picture. 
And it's addressed to Mr. O. Upton Kidd, care 
of Georgia. It's been forwarded from Winsted. 

Babe. What a pretty girl! I love that dim, 
misty effect in photographs. 

Madeline {examines it). The artistic blur is 
pretty pronounced, I think. I strongly suspect 
that she was n't a pretty girl. 

Helen. But the point is, does n't Mr. Kidd's 
having this package forwarded to him from 
Winsted make him seem all the more reaLf* 

Bob. It certainly does. 

Helen. There must be such a man. 

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Bob. I'm afraid there is. 

Helen. And I'm afraid he thinks there is 
a real Georgia Ames. 

Betty. Here's his letter. (Rises.) 

Bob (jumps up and reads over her shoulder). 
" My dear Miss Ames : Too bad you can't come 
to our frat. dance. You can't imagine how I've 
counted on it. Your promise of your picture is 
poor consolation, but you can safely bet it will 
have the place of honor in these diggings. 

"Am off for a Sunday in New York. 
"Yours ever, 

"O. Upton Kidd. 
"Delta Nu House, Winsted." 

Betty. Who sent that letter.^ I thought 
you all saw it when it came. 

Helen (looks around. All shake their heads). 
Nobody here sent it. 

Roberta. Is this picture supposed to be of 
Georgia.^ Whose stunty touch is the picture.^ 

Babe. Nobody's here. 

Madeline (sternly). Evidently someone has 
told the secret. (Clamorous denials from all.) 
Well, then it's just leaked out — been dis- 
covered in spite of us. 

Babbie. But girls, it is n't playing the 
Georgia-game according to Rules to bring a 
strange Winsted man over here to go to the 
Prom, with Georgia. 

Helen. We almost ought to meet him and 
explain. 

Bob. We almost ought to take him to the 
Prom. Really, it's only decent, if he really 

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comes up expecting to go, all fair and square. 
We did n't ask him, of course, — but we're 
responsible for Georgia. 

Babe. But we've all got men of our own 
coming. 

Babbie. All but Helen. She would n't ask 
a man. Helen Chase, you've got to take Mr. 
Kidd to the Prom. 

Madeline. That is, if there is a Mr. Kidd, 
and if he comes on the four-thirty. I'll help 
you meet him, Helen. There will be a good 
deal to explain, and I'm rather extra-specialiy 
good at explaining things. 

Helen (staring at them desperately). Oh, I 
can't. He'd hate it! I can't talk to men! I 
should nearly die! Oh, Betty, you 've got to 
do something. You always can fix things up. 
I can't {almost crying) take a man to the Prom. 

Betty. Well, I never had anything like this 
to fix up, Helen, but we'll all do our best. Sit 
down, girls, and let's think hard. 

Babbie. Bob, you ought to go and — 

Bob. No, sir! My man Samuel can be kept 
waiting, but Mr. Kidd can't. 

Roberta. We've been so secret and so care- 
ful. I don't see how Georgia could have leaked 
out, unless — I told you all how Mary Brooks 
picked up the envelope with those stories. 

Madeline. She could n't have guessed 
everything just from that. You said she hardly 
glanced at it. 

Betty. Did you ever find whether she took 
the handkerchief.^ 

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Babbie. No. It just simply disappeared, 
and has never been heard from since. 

Roberta. Oh, I don't believe that Mary 
knows about Georgia. I'm quite sure no Mr. 
Kidd ever calls on her. Then she's been worry- 
ing a lot about having turned down Prissy's 
pet pupil. She's spoken of it several times. 

Bob. I've heard her. She could n't have 
been fooling I She seemed just as honest! 

Betty. I shall never again wish there were 
two of me 1 Second selves are a lot more bother 
than help, I've discovered. Do think hard, 
girls. It's getting later every minute. 

Bob. Quite true. And we're in a mess. 

Madeline. Would n't Dottie King take 
him.^ 

Betty. No, she has that little sub-freshman 
cousin to look after. 

Helen. I can't take him to the Prom. I 
just can't. Please say I need n't, Madeline! 

Roberta {gallantly). Take my Boston man, 
Helen. You like him. And I'll take Mr. Kidd 
— that is — if anyone has to. Could n't we 
just meet him and explain.^ 

Babbie. I don't think it would be so bad to 
take the mysterious Mr. Kidd to the Prom. 
But — would it be proper to bring a strange 
man.^ I guess it wouldn't. That let's Helen 
out, maybe, but it does n't help poor Mr. Kidd 
any. {Gloomy silence. Knock on door, R.) 

Betty. Oh dear, we're going to be inter- 
rupted. Why did n't somebody remind me to 
put up an "engaged" sign.^ Come in! 

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{Enter Mary Brooks, wearing her ^'beamish^^ 
smile. Betty hastily hides telegram and Helen 
tucks away picture.) 

Mary {surveying the room with interest). Is 
this a clothes show, or a mourning party to 
sympathize with somebody whose Prom, man 
can't come ? The clothes I see are very fascinat- 
ing, and the gloom I feel is {giggles) very, very 
deep. {The others exchange glances.) 

Babbie {with dignity). I must be going, 
Betty. Come, Bob. YouVe simply got to 
dress. Babe, come and help me make Bob 
dress. 

Madeline. Come, Helen, we've got business 
ahead. Don't worry, girls. {Watches Mary^s 
face.) We'll manage things somehow. 

Mary {has been covertly looking for telegram. 
Now finds and waves it.) Oh you kids! Oh you 
kids ! ! Oh — you — kids ! 

Helen {slowly). O. Upton Kidd — O. U. 
Kidd — Oh you kids. Girls, why did n't we 
think of that before? 

Madeline. Oh, you villain! 

Chorus. Oh, you villain! Villain! Villain! 

Roberta {solemnly). Mary Brooks, how did 
you ever, ever guess about Georgia.^ 

Mary. Nothing easier, for a "champeen" 
guesser like little Mary. Some day I wish you'd 
kindly explain a few small details that I couldn't 
piece together. Just now I — 

Madeline {snatches telegram from Mary.) 
Did you send that.^ 

Helen {waves letter). And this.^ 

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Roberta {waves photograph). And this? 

Mary. It ill becomes a modest violet like me 
to admit it — but I did it all ! Alone I did it all ! 

Helen. Then there is ri't any Mr. Kidd! 

Mary. Astute child, there is not. 

Madeline. Whose picture is this vision of 
dim loveliness.^ 

Mary. Composite picture of the senior class 
at my little sister's school. Oh, I did n't do it 
quite alone, to be accurate. My cousin-by- 
courtesy Billy Wilson attended to the Winsted 
end of the stunt for me. Come, children, admit 
that little Mary's too much for you, and thank 
me for not letting you go to the station to meet 
Mr. Kidd. Any more questions.? Well then, 
I must be going. I'm helping Dottie King 
show her sub-freshman cousin the joys and 
beauties of spring term. {Pausing at door, R.) 
You children must all meet her. {Laughs.) 
You really must. 

Madeline. We'll get even with you yet, 
Mary Brooks. 

Mary. Oh, no, you won't. I've got another 
trump card up my sleeve. Oh, you kids ! {Exit 
R., laughing.) 

Bob. Now what does she mean by that.? 

Babbie. She's a frightful tease, but is n't 
she fun.? 

Helen. Well, I'm thankful there's no Mr. 
Kidd. 

Madeline. Hadn't he a lovely name? 
Nicer than Georgia's. 

Babe. Let's sing to him. Madeline, provide 

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the necessary rhyme, please. Helen, try to sing 
In tune. You can't, but you can try. Now! 

All (singing to tune, ^'^ Balm of Gilead.'^ 
Babbie waves her rose, Bob her gym shoes, Betty 
her gloves, Helen the letter, Madeline the tele- 
gram, Roberta the photograph, in time to the 
music, which Babe leads, waving her parasol.) 

"Here's to O. U. Kidd, drink him down! 
Here's to O. U. Kidd, drink him down! 
Here's to O, U. Kidd, 

Madeline. He tuck us in, he did! 

All. Here's to O. U. Kidd, drink him 

down, down, down! 

Betty. And now we positively must sing 
to Georgia Ames. 

Babe (loudly). Oh yes — that one about 
Prissy Hicks. (She beats time and leads.) 

All (singing). Here's to Georgia Ames, drink 
her down — (Knock heard at door, R.) 

Betty. Oh, stop, stop, girls, there's someone 
knocking. (The door R. opens and Miss Hicks 
enters unceremoniously. Consternation among 
the girls. All rise and try to look unconscious 
of having mentioned Prissy.) 

Betty (coming forward) . Oh, good afternoon, 
Miss Hicks. I'm very glad — 

Miss H. I was passing your door. Miss — 

All (hastily and loudly). Wales! 

Miss H. Thank you, young ladies. I was 
passing the door of your room. Miss Wales, on 
my way to pay a call on my colleague, Miss 
Eaton, and I thought I heard Miss Georgia 
Ames's name — er — spoken. 

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Bob {sweetly). Sung, Miss Hicks. 

Miss H. {ignoring Bob). Is Miss Ames 
present.^ I had desired an interview, and she 
seems — 

Madeline {answering Betty's signals of 
distress). Elusive, does n't she. Miss Hicks .^ 

Bob. Georgia Ames has left college. Miss 
Hicks. 

Madeline {hastily^ for fear of a slip on Bob's 
fart). Yes, Miss Hicks. We were saying 
good-bye and singing to her. Did n't you pass 
anyone in the hall.^ {Suppressed giggles from 
the B.'s.) 

Miss H. {suspiciously). Why is Miss Ames 
leaving college.^ 

Madeline, Betty, Bob, Helen {in chorus). 
On account of her health! 

Miss H. {icily). Thank you, young ladies. 
Good afternoon. {Exit R. Door remains open 
and Betty near it.) 

Betty. Well, what do you think of that? 

Madeline. I guess she did n't hear us 
mention her name, so that's all right. But do 
you realize what has happened.^ Our dear, 
dear Georgia is lost and gone forever. 

(Georgia Ames appears at door up R.) 

Georgia {timidly). Is this Miss Wales's 
room ? 

Betty {cordially). Yes. Come in. I am 
Miss Wales. 

Georgia. Oh, Miss Wales, I — I hope I'm 
not intruding — I'm Dottie King's cousin, 
and — 

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Betty. Oh, are you ? I'm so glad to meet you. 

Georgia. I wanted to thank you for the 
perfectly lovely handkerchief, and Miss Brooks 
said you'd like it if I came right over. 

Betty. Yes, indeed. But I don't under- 
stand. What handkerchief.^ 

Georgia. Why, this. {Holds out handker- 
chief.) Was n't it for me t It has my name on it. 

Babbie {going up R.) Let me see it, Betty. 
{Takes handkerchief and holds it up dramati- 
cally.) Girls, it's the one! 

Madeline. The one that was in the Note 
Room.^ {To Georgia.) You don't mean that 
your real name is Georgia Ames.^ 

Georgia {bewildered). Why, yes, of course. 

Bob. Just little Mary's luck! 

( The girls stare at each other and then hurst out 
laughing. The three B.'s hug each other and roll 
on the couch.) 

Betty {to Georgia). You mustn't mind 
them, Miss Ames. It's a joke, but it's not on you. 
{Enter Mary Brooks, up R.) 

Mary. No, it's on them, Georgia. You 
made a hit, all right. Girls, she's my trump 
card. The real Georgia Ames! Is n't it lovely.^ 

Georgia. Oh, are you the ones who made 
up a Georgia Ames .^ 

Mary. The same, my child. But they're 
sorry, and they'll never do it again. And if you 
can live up to her reputation for brains, and — 

Roberta {interrupts). And literary ability 
and — 

Babbie {interrupts). Popularity and — 

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Madeline {interrupts). Voluminous corres- 
pondence — 

Mary {to Georgia). You'll be going some, 
my child. 

Georgia. Oh dear, I'm not a bit — 

Babbie. Never mind, we're all good friends 
of Georgia Ames. We'll look out for you. 

Betty. Let's begin by singing to Georgia 
Ames again — the real one this time. 

Babe. Sure. Now! {She leads as before. 
All hut Georgia sing.) 

"Here's to Georgia Ames, drink her down, 
Here's to Georgia Ames, drink her down. 
Here's to Georgia Ames, 

Madeline. Even Prissy Hicks she tames! 

All. Here's to Georgia Ames, drink 

her down, down, down! 

Mary {briskly). And now come on, Georgia. 
Dottie's waiting for us. You'll see them all at 
the Prom, to-night. 

Babe. Good-bye, Only Real Georgia — 
They'll call you that you know. 

Madeline. Good-bye, Miss O. U. Kidd. I 
wish we'd thought to call you that. 

Betty. Only then you could n't have turned 
out real, could you t 

Mary {to Betty, pointing to Georgia). And 
the moral of that is : Who would have thought 
it.^ Or, Truth is stranger than Fiction. {All 
laugh. Mary and Georgia about to exit R.) 

All {except Mary and Georgia). That's so, 
Mary Brooks! Good-bye! 

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